Emperor Luo was a little nervous, explained immediately, and said, "Mr. Li, we don't know that you have come back, so we didn't go to invite you."

Li Nianfan smiled and said, "I've really just returned not long ago, but I just happened to catch up. Emperor Luo doesn't have to feel guilty."

Emperor Luo finally felt relieved, but his face was still red, and he wanted to slap himself twice in the face.

Even though I know that the master is not at home, I have to go and take a look on the eve of the establishment of the City God Temple. Maybe the master will come back. My sincerity is not in place, alas!

"See sir."

Zhou Yunwu and Meng Junliang saluted Li Nianfan at the same time.

The two of them seemed extremely excited, their bodies stood up straight, and bowed 90 degrees seriously.

One is an emperor of a generation and the other is a great scholar of contemporary times, but he maintains a sense of awe of Li Nianfan from the bottom of his heart. This is not pretending, but from the heart.

Zhou Yunwu said excitedly: "Sir, on behalf of the people of the whole country, thank you!"

Meng Junliang also spoke at the same time, "Sir, on behalf of all the bachelor's degree, thank you!"

Their current status among mortals is naturally caused by the dreams of the underworld. Moreover, the dreams are the level of the underworld bosses such as the Black and White Impermanence. From them, they learned that the City God Temple was established by an expert.

When it comes to masters, the first thing they think of is Mr. Li, so they asked them out in detail and the answer they got was Mr. Li!

The admiration for Mr. Li immediately reached its peak, and the most important thing is that the establishment of the City God Temple has great benefits for Zhou Yunwu or Meng Junliang.

One is to allow mortals to live and work in peace, and the other is to give hope to contemporary great scholars.

Once the great scholars have good governance and are loved by the people and worshipped, they may be recognized by the underworld and become the local city god after death. What an exciting thing is this.

In short, the City God Temple is a bridge between mortals and the underworld, which is a win-win situation!

Li Nianfan waved his hand, "Okay, you don't have to thank me, I'm just providing an idea."

Emperor Luo hurriedly said, "Sir, you are here just in time. This entire Luoxian City, you are here to engrave the inscriptions that everyone hopes for!"

Just now, everyone was still discussing who should write the inscription. This is a big deal. It is not only about mortals, but also about ghosts and gods in the underworld. It is a huge matter.

In fact, no matter who writes the inscription, they are dissatisfied. They seem to be discussing, but in fact they are entangled with each other.

Meng Junliang handed the pen to Li Nianfan and said, "Mr. Li, I will give you the pen to you, and I will grind the ink for you!"

Li Nianfan did not refuse. With his current status, he was indeed qualified to write an inscription, so he took the pen and stood aside.

The plaque has been made, but the one that is not bad is a couplet from the Chenghuang Temple.

But don’t underestimate this couplet. This is the real facade of the City God. It must have a profound meaning. It not only includes the world, but also connects with the underworld.

The characters must be good and have a foundation.

Li Nianfan looked at the City God Temple behind him, then looked up at the people below.

There were a lot of people on the scene, three layers inside and three layers outside, but at this time they all felt quiet and looked at Li Nianfan one by one.

Li Nianfan faced everyone's earnest gaze, took a deep breath, and then looked up at the world in the distance.

But I saw snow in the distance, connecting with the heaven and earth, and further away, I don’t know what the mirror-like Jingyue Lake is like.

The height here is enough to see the lake and mountains and rivers in the distance. It is the city god. At night, it is also illuminated by lights from thousands of families, and it is responsible for petitioning for the people.

Just write it!

The paper is ready and spread on the table.

Li Nianfan slowly put his writing.

Because it is more formal, the technique is not fast, and the handwriting is only slightly sloppy, which is considered neat, but there is a unique charm that falls into it, making people unable to help but immerse it in it.

The people in the audience couldn't see the words, but they looked at Li Nianfan. They only felt that he was elegant and elegant, and he was indescribable in every stroke. He seemed to be covered with a faint layer of onlookers, full of holiness. The City God actually became its background, making people unable to help but feel worshipped.

On the stage, Meng Junliang and others stared at the copybook, feeling that every word was alive, representing a will.

Especially Meng Junliang, this is not the first time he has seen Li Nianfan write, but he regards Li Nianfan as his ultimate pursuit. However, every time he sees Li Nianfan write, he will have different feelings in his heart, and he feels ashamed of himself and feels inferior.

Can I achieve such a miracle in my life? Even if I can only write one word in this life!

"I know what pictures are in the eight hundred miles of lakes and mountains, and the 100,000 fireworks are all here."

The last word...become!

"Buzz!"

A ripples suddenly rippled between the world, as if touching a certain rule that was forcibly changing, and a huge force of heaven fell down, even solidifying the space here.

Mortals only feel a sense of suffocation, but the hairs all over their bodies stand up and their hearts are thrilled.

They saw the sky at the same time, and their bodies shook and their eyes widened.

But I saw a dazzling golden light falling from the sky, not only from where it came from, but also hit the City God Temple at a very fast speed!

In just a moment, the entire City God Temple was covered. The original ancient colors seemed to be coated with a layer of gold, dazzling and eye-catching, making people's eyes hurt.

Luck!

Lucky comes from the sky!

Just like establishing the Human Emperor at that time, as well as establishing Confucianism and Taoism at that time, and as if preaching Buddhism at that time, another great fortune came. This time... the city god was established!

The surging luck spread like a tide, rippling around, covering the entire Luoxian City with a layer of gold. Such a strange phenomenon is naturally unavailable for mortals, but the cultivators present were suffocating at the same time and almost fainted.

I actually witnessed this grand scene that is hard to come by in the past ten thousand years!

At the same time, in the underworld.

Meng Po stood in the hall, black and white impermanence stood on both sides, and there were also many ghost messengers who were busy and were having a lot of fun, giving people dreams from door to door.

Meng Po held the book of life and death in her hand, placed the book on the high hall of the main hall, and said, "The book of life and death has the effect of judging life and death. It is like a guide. Now that he has returned to the underworld, it has made it much more convenient for the future soul-detention."

Hei Wuchang said, "It's a pity that the underworld still does not have enough manpower. Even if you know the time of death, you don't have enough manpower to send it over."

Meng Po sighed lightly and said, "How is the effect of storing a dream?"

"Mother-in-law, many places in the mortal world have begun to build the City God Temple, but... the City God is unprecedented..."

Bai Wuchang paused for a moment before saying bitterly: "We now seem to... have no right to set up the building."

If it were the past underworld, it would be possible to establish a city god. You only need to give official positions and responsibilities and then slowly operate. However, now, the underworld is already falling apart, and many responsibilities are naturally taken back. Even if you want to establish a city god, you cannot give it corresponding recognition.

This will make the City God more playful.

To give a simple example, the underworld was an institution recognized by the Heavenly Way and had authority, but now it is obviously not possible and has become a folk sect-like nature, which is related to the issue of organization and no organization.

After all, since the City God is established, there is a ghost messenger who needs to be in charge of the mortal world.

Since it is not recognized, the city god's manager cannot be regarded as a real ghost man, and it is not advisable to stay in the mortal world for a long time.

Very contradictory.

At this moment, the entire underworld suddenly shook!

A golden light fell into the underworld without any warning. The golden light was extremely rich and spread to every corner of the underworld. Wherever it shines, it seemed like lotus grows step by step, causing huge changes in the entire underworld.

The life and death book placed on the high platform was shining with golden light. The originally pitch-black self gradually turned into gold. Next to it, the brush slowly floated up, and the tip of the brush actually changed from black to gold!

The golden light continued to shine and began to overflow from the main hall to the rest of the underworld.

"Wow!"

In addition to the Styx River, there was another sound of water coming from the underworld.

The water flowed rapidly, as if there were waves swaying against the waves, bombarding everyone's ears over and over again.

The familiar voice shocked the whole body of the ghost messenger, as if his soul had left his body, and his face turned into a statue with a look of surprise and joy on his face.

Bai Wuchang was a little incoherent and said in a trembling voice: "Mom...Mom-in-law, then...is... the sound of the... Huangquan?"

"It's the yellow spring, it's definitely the sound of the yellow spring water!" Meng Po was more excited than everyone, with tears in her eyes, "Old woman, I've heard the yellow spring water for countless years. It's okay, the yellow spring has started to flow again!"

She took a quick step and walked towards the periphery of the underworld.

Here, the waves of the turbulent water flows. The stagnant water of the storm is now gradually rejuvenating. The golden light pours down like the light of the sun, illuminating the entire storm.

The yellow spring is what people call the nine springs, and this is the destination of the dead.

After a person dies, his soul will be led to the Yellow Springs, temporarily settle down, and reincarnate along the guidance of the other side of the flower. However, after the great disaster, the Yellow Springs will die, and the soul will then turn into the fierce River Styx.

Many ghost messengers stood by the underworld, looking at the surging water of the underworld with blurred eyes. Suddenly, a feeling of dreams and illusion, as if... everything was back.

At the same time, next to the yellow spring water, rows of flowers withered and black hair, with only the rhizomes left also showed vitality, and then bloomed one after another.

The other side of the river!

The red and bright red flowers on the other side, like blood staining the setting sun, began to bloom along the way, spreading out with the earth as a scroll.

"The flowers bloom on the other side, and the flowers bloom on the other side; the flowers bloom without leaves, and the leaves grow without flowers; the flowers and leaves cherish each other, and will never be seen." Meng Po murmured in a low voice, "Beautiful, so beautiful!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Not far above the Yellow Springs, the broken bridge began to roar, as if there was a rainbow hanging high, and the broken gravel was like time reversing, and began to reconnect little by little!

PS: This kind of article is completely different from monster-fighting and upgrading and pretending to be slapping in the face. I have no tricks to learn from, so I can only think about it myself, so I often have a story.

In order not to disappoint all readers, every time I finish one link, I will think about the next link very carefully. The feeling of Kaven... is really uncomfortable. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as "not thinking about tea and not wanting to eat". Fortunately, I have always stabilized the update.

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